pull the pulse out a soldier and bolt

As they slipped into position, Mordecai brought their trio to a slow halt along the outskirts of their marked borders. He tested the air with his nose, finding that nothing was out of place. It was a plus that their borders had not been encroached by the likes of some unsavory vagrant, and also that they were downwind of the game lying at rest to their north. He listened to the stillness of the night for a moment more, before speaking in hushed tones to the feminine duo at his side.

“We should spread out a little bit from each other as we head toward them. Wouldn't be too good if we have them slip out on either side of us. Are both of you ready to do this?” He'd give them this one last time to speak up, and then push their plan into action. It was now or never for either of them to back out or make their alterations; Mordecai wouldn't hold it against either of them they decided this wasn't the best plan. After all, they wouldn't be a pack if they couldn't work together.